God knows

When I woke up that morning, I was still thinking that I might have to transfer two buses directly to school, even if I would be late to avoid meeting Lisa on the school bus.

"Phoenix, I really shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday..." I said to Venus by the window in the voice I just got up from, rubbing my eyes and sitting up, if I don't apologize now, I will be embarrassed later, "You..."

I said dumbfounded, "You..."

The morning light is golden, and Phoenix, who is sitting hunched over my open window, blocks the light from pouring into my room, leaving only a few afterglows, which climbed onto my bed with her figure.Almost half of her in the backlight has become a silhouette, her eyes lost in the morning light leaning on the window frame, her neat neckline, her golden and soft hair, her slender body curled up, her slender legs hanging down the window frame, and her toes falling down. On the floor, the wings vibrate slightly, the feathers are translucent to let the sunlight pass through, thin and delicate, as if made of glass...

wing?

I thought Phoenix's wings were invisible, but it turned out that I couldn't see them all the time.

"What? Sorry to apologize?" Phoenix finally turned his gaze to me without realizing anything unusual, with his usual mocking tone.

"you…"

I got out of bed and approached her cautiously, in disbelief.

The wings are not big, about [-] inches from my point of view, about the width of a big pizza.

I reached out and touched the wings lightly, thinking that I would feel the tough and fibrous texture like the wings of all birds before, but Phoenix's wings are so fluffy and soft that I can hardly feel the bones and muscles. ups and downs.

Phoenix didn't seem to expect my touch, and the wings stretched out and flapped as if frightened. She didn't even guard against the imbalance at that moment, and she was about to lean out from my window.I grabbed her arm and pulled her inward. I may have used too much force, or I may have miscalculated her weight. Although I did succeed in pulling her inward, we both fell to the floor of the room.

"fool."

I raised my eyes and wanted to stare at her, only to find that those sky blue eyes were right in front of me, too close, facing me like this made me startled...it was too close.

"You let me fall, and I'll just fly up again."

It's right to think about it!Why should my mother-in-law want to pull her?What's more, now that I have clearly seen her wings.

I opened my mouth to refute, but found the phoenix on top of me, so sudden and intimate that I was stiff and embarrassed, and she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, even though I was the only one who could touch her in hundreds of years people.

...Maybe it's also because she hasn't touched anyone for hundreds of years, so she never needs to think about the boundaries of physical contact.

I can still see her tank top from my vantage point - now I know the top is so thin and has a scooped back because of the wings - the bare shoulders on the outside, and that no matter when, where, and in what light The wings of the lower capital are so beautiful that people can't hold their breath, even if they are safely stowed on the back, they are still shocking.

I can't look at her face, I can't move my eyes to her face somehow.

"Ann, you're embarrassed," Phoenix said, and I forgot that she could read emotions. "So you're embarrassed, too."

I understood the meaning of her words, which made me indignant for a moment, there was playfulness in her tone, she knew I was clumsy at the moment, so she deliberately played with me, damn it.

But when I was ashamed and angry, I heard Phoenix chuckle, knowing that I had been fooled by her again.

"Get up when you've had enough fun!" I growled impatiently at her, all embarrassment, embarrassment, embarrassment...all disappeared.

Phoenix stood up and looked at me with his original cold expression, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Now you can see the wings," she said, sitting back on the window frame, as if she liked the place where the inside meets the outside. "It's weird, Ann, you're really weird."

You weird winged woman is weird!

I now feel that the fact that she exists in my room is very weird. She didn't fit in my room at first, but now she looks more like an elephant wandering around the World Trade Center.If I had to go to the trouble of making the room suitable for Eros, I might have to buy some baroque furniture, and at the same time worry about whether I should add some deconstruction elements, after all, she looks a bit post-modern .

"Sweetheart, what are you arguing about upstairs all morning? Are you okay?" My mother's voice came from outside.

"Great!" I yelled, "I'm fine, I'm going down."

My mother yelled something again that I didn't hear clearly, but usually the latter sentence is not very important.

After I got up from the ground, I hurriedly looked for clothes to change, and watched Phoenix continue to wander around the room without any shame after I took off my pajamas.If it weren't for the fact that I can't take the school bus today and I don't have much time to think about it, otherwise I can't make this guy feel embarrassed or ashamed, which is really reconciled.

I put on my backpack, went downstairs to take the sandwich from my mother, and with the usual nagging, I hurriedly pushed the door and went out. I was surprised again when I saw Phoenix waiting outside the door. I know about the wings.

I can only say that apart from her magic, she is most like Cupid in these wings.Phoenix herself is more like the kind of girl you would meet at a LinkinPark concert. She is a bit withdrawn and a bit out of touch, but she is quite charming from certain angles. If she has tattoos and piercings on her body, she is the kind of girl who will The person who makes you yearn for the art of ruining your body.

"You yesterday..." I turned my head and asked her as I ran across the road, trying not to be attracted by the pair of beautiful wings flapping in the wind, "You said 'I'm sorry' yesterday?" I don't think I was too confused to forget this Details, even if I can't react properly at the moment.

"Yeah." Phoenix responded.

"You apologize," I said, "You really don't need to apologize."

I told her, after all, I was the one who made trouble for no reason.

Phoenix responded to me again, and the topic ended very coldly.I don’t know if she agrees with this reaction or not——I think she agrees: Yes, there is no need to apologize, but the past is the past, or object: Well, I was wrong anyway, and it’s useless for you to refute— —I can't figure it out.

It wasn't until later that I realized that she was always guilty, but she couldn't tell the reason.

I had to transfer another bus. After I got off the bus in the city center, I walked against the crowd of office workers. I checked the display on my mobile phone and it seemed that I would not be late.Phoenix flew above me with ease. I found that most of the time she likes to walk like a normal person. Maybe this way she is closer to the crowd and can find those "them".

I saw that the bus I wanted to take was approaching with flashing lights, and it would arrive at the stop quickly after passing a traffic light, so I accelerated the speed of squeezing through the crowd.

"what!"

This scream made me instinctively want to run even more, because nine times out of ten it would be caused by my haste.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" the office worker woman shouted indignantly behind me.I glanced out of the corner of my eye and found that the cup of coffee in her hand was hit by someone in the crowd—probably me—and spilled a lot on the shirt. What's worse, the shirt was white.

I still didn't stop my forward speed, but when her calling sounded again, I turned my head and saw why her voice didn't blur and shrink because of the distance, because she was rushing towards me.

To be so indomitable, the coffee is sprinkled with gold leaf and pearl powder, right?

"She's fast, you'll be caught up." Phoenix's voice came from above, reminding me.

I made up my mind not to be late because of this cup of coffee and this woman. I reached into my bag, tore a corner from my notebook, grabbed a pencil and hurriedly wrote down my phone and name. When it finally caught up with me, it was stuffed into her hand.

"Those who need to be compensated and scolded will settle the account later." I hurriedly dropped this sentence and ran to the bus without asking for permission.

Before the car drove away, I didn't dare to look out the window to see the woman's expression, and then I was trembling all day long. In fact, I was really worried about receiving her call.

Phoenix said that this woman will probably blame me for whatever shit happens during the day, and the day's plan is in the morning: Who told me to ruin someone's day before it even started .

"Thank you, what a comfort! Completely relieved me of my sins."

I rolled her eyes as I fought against the sway of the bus, and she smiled, always faintly, and it set me off with a huge emotional ups and downs—whatever it was.